Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Young Marble Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.